( He's accepted that going through the end of the world is somehow the least remarkable thing among his peers, but he still can't help shaking his head a little at the concept. Yanked through to the future was mind-blowing, an entire plane shift...

Some of that momentarily spiked energy slips back down under the surface into chill again. Tilts a little more deliberately toward wry. )

How much optimism do you have going on under there really, compared to how reassuring you're being for me right now? I can't actually tell.